The Cold Tap Sings

the p-word

Tag: Clouds

CLOUDSCAPES

‘They’re one of the most beautiful, iconic pictures of what being on Earth is.’

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DAWN

photo: David Hockney

photo: David Hockney

Dawn

The pink underbelly
of the lenticular cloud
unfurling
above the hedgerows
in the morning mist
was Hockneyesque
an iPhone painting
of dawn backlit dawn

LOOK HERE THIS

photo: Bearseye

photo: Bearseye

Look Here This

is a poem
about a cygnet
under a mackerel
sky when was
the last time
you saw something
beautiful without
photographing it
when was the
last time you
saw a cygnet
and didn’t think
this baby swan
is a poem

HUBBUB

ben eine u

After completing the O section of my suite of univocalist poems I was worried that the U section would be the hardest. And I was right. No pronouns or articles this time.* Ouch! Well, here goes…

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Hubbub

Plump gulls must sup.
Suck up luxury hummus.
Chuck up burgundy mucus.
Lungfuls. Such tumult!
Dumbstruck ducks cuss.
Sun
sunk thru cumulus
unfurls.
Cumulus turns succubus.
Succumbs.

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And there we have it. Read the other poems in the suite here. And stay tuned for an audio recording of ‘Oiseaux’.

*well, technically I could use ‘us’, but I didn’t.

GLINT

If it weren’t for today, yesterday would have been The Hottest Day of the Yearâ„¢. Here’s a poem I scribbled in the park.

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all day
up there
in the blue
the glint
of a fuselage
under
the smudge
of clouds

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The spare form is inspired by William Carlos Williams’. Read a WCW poem here.